NI DA MISBAH

About this Novel

Certainly, here's a rewritten version of the text: She stood before a photograph of her husband, her gaze unwavering, and on her lips, there was a delicate smile. "Aunt Amna! Aunty Amna!! Aunty Amna!!!" Aira's voice echoed through the parlor, drawing her attention away from the photograph. Amna turned, her expression now somewhat perturbed. "I've been calling you, why didn't you come?" Aira questioned, a frown creasing her forehead. The young lady approached slowly, her chocolate-brown skin glowing under the room's lights. Her straightened hair lay gracefully on her back, while her figure gracefully filled out the maroon dress she wore. Amna's demeanor remained cool as she asked, "What is it, Aira? Why are you so agitated?" "You're needed, Hajiya Sama is calling you," Aira replied before heading upstairs, tapping away on her phone.